Ashley Belle, just shy of two months old
My baby turned five.years.old.
I find this unacceptable. But alas, I am not in charge of the hands of time. As will be further evidenced by the epic freak-out I will have when I turn 35 later this year. A storm is brewing, my friends. Just you wait.
Anyways, back on topic. To celebrate, we had a little party and invited all of the neighborhood girls. Princess-wear optional.
Thankfully she's not too old to pose for a mommy and me shot before her friends got there. Am I holding on to her a little too tight? My baby!! *sob*
The neighborhood girls range in age from preschool to middle school, so I struggled to find a craft that would keep them all entertained. I think I did pretty well. We made jewelry boxes. Huzzah!
I bought these babies from Michael's for $1.99 a pop, and then had Scott spray paint them silver to make them more fancy-treasure-chest-looking-ish. Although in retrospect, I probably should have kept them plain and just let the kids color them in with markers. Oh well, I can do that the next time my baby girl turns five and has a princess party. Except she'll never turn five again!!!! *SOB*
I bought all sorts of doo-dads for the girls to glue on those suckers. Poof balls, jewels, stickers, etc.
Ooh, sparkly. I wish I'd bought an extra jewelry box for me to decorate too, dangit. The girls focused on this craft for 45 minutes, so I call success! Which thank goodness, because I used up all my creative juices on coming up with the craft and didn't plan any party games.
We also decked the table out with plenty of princess party paraphernalia.
When I was buying all this stuff at the party store, the check out girl tried to kill me via emotional breakdown.
Check Out Girl: Is this for your daughter's birthday party?
Check Out Girl: How old is she gonna be?
Check Out Girl: Oh, she's getting big.
Check Out Girl: Don't you wish you could keep her a baby forever?
Me: Yes. *SOB!*
Check Out Girl: Cuz if she stayed a baby, then you would stay young forever too.
Me: YES! *SOB!* *SOB!* *SOB!*
Check Out Girl: Have a nice day.
Oof. Luckily Scott purchased the princess cake, so I didn't have to break down in more than one public place.
The "cake" was really just 2 dozen cupcakes all frosted together. Cheaper and easier set-up/clean-up than a regular cake, so I tip my tiara to your princess cake selecting skills, Scotty.
Ashley had to do a double take when I reminded her to make a wish before blowing out her candles, so I'm pretty sure she made a good one.
If I had to wager a guess, I'd bet it involved Barbies. Or maracas. She has diverse interests.
After the cake and present opening (which I didn't get any pictures of because I was too busy reminding Ashley that the presents came from actual people and maybe she shouldn't run willy nilly from gift bag to gift bag throwing tissue paper and cards to the wayside), the girls took advantage of the 10 minutes of party-time remaining and ran all over my house screaming at the top of their lungs about dragons and towers and evil witches and beautiful princesses.
Let me tell you, nine little girls can be freakishly loud. It's really quite extraordinary, when you get right down to it. Note to self: Next time, have an emergency party game ready.
Except there won't be a next time! *SOB!* Next year she'll probably want a party theme with Hannah Montana or Diana South Carolina or Alexis Texas or whatever Disney teen star is in at the moment! *SOB!* Although I do like that Party in the USA song. It's so dang peppy. Hmmm. Maybe Ashley growing up isn't so bad after all.
Yes it is. *SOB!*